chorustwo
03-12-2008, 01:39 AM
Stranger Then You Dreamt It
A G-Rated Modern Retelling of Phantom of the Opera
As very few of you may know, I write poetry and short stories. Well, this is my first chapter book I've ever written, and it's a modern version of the Phantom of the Opera (of course). It's also one of my finest works, but I have edited it for the VMKers, to add a little more... creativity to VMKF, and never before has it been on the Story Forum. I guess you could say it's fan fiction, but I thought it was fun to write, and it'll be even better sharing it with all of you. I hope you enjoy my work, and Mods, if this gets out of hand in anyway please let me know so I could edit it, or just close it down. Also, none of these names are real, they were just the first ones that popped into my head. And this isn't any real ages of anyone... just to let you know, it's all fictional *promise*
So here it goes...
Enjoy!
~Chorus~
Chapter 1:
Before My Story Began
A brisk breeze soothed my entire body as I was standing at the edge of the water, looking out to the vast ocean, feeling intimidated. It was beautiful. A fine finale to this summer. I stuck out my arms to feel the wind, but immeadiatly put them closer to my body, because it was getting cold. It's almost fall.
"Emilie!" My sister's faint voice called out from the distance, muffled by the sound of the roaring waves, "Emilie, dinner's ready!" I grimaced with anger. Why now? I stood still, looking out to the rainbow of colors that the sun was now producing over the horizon line. It's the last day of staying here in out beach house. How the summers go by so fast, it's not even funny.
"Emilie!" My sister called out again, her high soprano voice becoming annoying by the second.
"Hold on!" I replied, still looking out.
"It's your dinner getting cold, not mine!" She told me, and I heard the back door slam. I rinsed off my sandy feet and immeadiatly shivered. The water was ice cold. I dried off my feet in the dry sand, gathered my shoes together, then sprinted off toward the deck of the beach house, saying my farewell to my beloved ocean for now.
We were leaving first thing tomorrow, so packing was going to be done tonight. We only had enough time to create sandwhiches before resuming the packing. It was always hard, these days.
My dad, sister, and I all sat down at the small dinner table we have next to the kitchen, I felt relieved, but yet solemn. I can't wait to return to my best friends, but yet I can. There's always school, which is always annoying. Life was so... normal. Everyday was the same, and everyday was... boring.
"Last night in the beach house... eh?" my dad questioned with his usual cheery tone, and smile, trying to brighten the quiet mood.
"Yes, it seemed so short." I replied, holding my breath until my sister, Teresa would speak up.
"I'm glad to go back," I gave her a 'why in the world would you say that' expression, and took another bite of sandwich hiding my frown, "All the girls here brag about their stupid elevators in their condos." I grimaced. Of course she's the pesimistic.
"Just because we have a smaller beach house doesn't mean you can't make friends, Teresa." And then there's my loving dad, the optimistic. How I did love him though. He's the one to make me smile after my mom left, and he was still down. He was the one to make me smile when we were moving and we weren't going to see my friends anymore. He's always making me smile when he plays his violin as I would sing with him a celtic song, or a folk song, never what you'd hear on the radio. I loved my dad... therefore I love music. See how fine that all works out?
After we finished eating was when we started gathering all the plates and silverware to put into the van for tomorrow at first. The plates we kept were my mom's favorite. She left them behind for me. Teresa never understood why we kept them, they were so old, but she didn't ever meet Mom. Mom left right after Teresa was born. Not something I am interested in getting further into, but it was very scary... seeing them fight like that. My Dad has never left my side or Teresa's thankfully. If he ever does go... it would be the end of my hope. But I can't say that ever.
First came the dishes, and then to the little room of mine that outlooked the ocean. I gathered all my belongings, my pictures, and my clothes. I always hated putting pictures away. Every single one of them held memories in my heart. One, Daniel hugging me right after middle school graduation, and another Natalie and I on a roller coaster in a Band trip two years ago, making a pose to be funny, showing the "peace" sign to the camera, and us screaming our heads off. And the others would be my mother and I, taken professionally, of her kissing my cheek, and me smiling broadly. I was only six, and my brown hair was short, but I still loved that picture, even if she did forget me. I looked at each of them carefully, not wanting to cry, and then putting them into my bag.
I didn't get much sleep, like I ever do on the last night of summer. I stood up to read the book I didn't put away, and then eventually my dad would call up to tell me to turn the lights off. Of course I had makeshift light: a flashlight. He'd never find out.
So the next day, we woke up at seven in the morning, and went straight to the car. We were getting fast food as a breakfast... lovely... The care ride was only four hours to our house in the central part of the state. Through the mountains, and into the little town. All I did in the car was reading, and listening to my iPod, staring out of the window, admiring the beauty of the mountains. I was always weird like that. Other people my age of 15, wouldn't care at all about any scenic things, I guess I get that from my mom of the more artistic mind. She would create scenes of the beach and things with shells she collected and glue them onto paper, and use only colored pencil to create a scene. She took all of them with her though, and I never took a glimpse of them since them.
Once we arrived at our house, Natalie and Daniel were standing there jumping up and down. I smiled broadly, as I opened the car door fast, and ran toward them. Daniel was the first to hug me tightly, then Natalie.
"Well... how was the summer?!" Natalie questioned.
"Like any other... fun... no school, the whole thing!" I replied.
"No! It couldn't be fun because we weren't there!" Daniel replied, giving me a smile as well. He had been my best friend longer then Natalie had, so he was sentimentally closer. I've known him since I was five. He's with a very wealthy family, owning a big mansion, but we never go there. He always comes over to my house to do homework or study. The ten years I've known him, he always seemed like family, my dad enjoyed him, he was always kind to my sister, and he seemed almost perfect as a friend. There were of course some flaws in him, he's still a human being... Natalie was more of a second-hand friend to him during the summer because I was gone, but he never was a boyfriend... it's just a friend. I love him... but as a lost brother.
The next day was the first day of school. I had already bought all my supplies while we were at the beach, so it was convenient. It was like any other day of school, where everyone showed off their new clothes, reuniting with friends. The freshmen never knowing where to go... of course I was that last year, thankfully. We didn't have a very big school, so it was small enough for everyone to know each other. I got started back up with my band, in which I played my flute, and also I sang in our choir. Last year I got a solo for the Christmas concert which got the attention to my voice. Many people enjoyed the purity, and the high-pitched, but I didn't see how it was so special. I just enjoy letting the notes come from within.
Well, this week was definatly ordinary. But if just so happens that this week was the one that changed my entire life forever.
_____________________
Well, what'd you think? The plot hasn't came up yet, but it's getting there, it's only the first chapter anyway. I will post the second chapter tomorrow most likely. Tell me what you think, and if some of you will be reading. Constructive criticism is welcomed very much, and if you are wanting to see more of my work, be free to check out my homepage on my profile.
~Chorus~
A G-Rated Modern Retelling of Phantom of the Opera
As very few of you may know, I write poetry and short stories. Well, this is my first chapter book I've ever written, and it's a modern version of the Phantom of the Opera (of course). It's also one of my finest works, but I have edited it for the VMKers, to add a little more... creativity to VMKF, and never before has it been on the Story Forum. I guess you could say it's fan fiction, but I thought it was fun to write, and it'll be even better sharing it with all of you. I hope you enjoy my work, and Mods, if this gets out of hand in anyway please let me know so I could edit it, or just close it down. Also, none of these names are real, they were just the first ones that popped into my head. And this isn't any real ages of anyone... just to let you know, it's all fictional *promise*
So here it goes...
Enjoy!
~Chorus~
Chapter 1:
Before My Story Began
A brisk breeze soothed my entire body as I was standing at the edge of the water, looking out to the vast ocean, feeling intimidated. It was beautiful. A fine finale to this summer. I stuck out my arms to feel the wind, but immeadiatly put them closer to my body, because it was getting cold. It's almost fall.
"Emilie!" My sister's faint voice called out from the distance, muffled by the sound of the roaring waves, "Emilie, dinner's ready!" I grimaced with anger. Why now? I stood still, looking out to the rainbow of colors that the sun was now producing over the horizon line. It's the last day of staying here in out beach house. How the summers go by so fast, it's not even funny.
"Emilie!" My sister called out again, her high soprano voice becoming annoying by the second.
"Hold on!" I replied, still looking out.
"It's your dinner getting cold, not mine!" She told me, and I heard the back door slam. I rinsed off my sandy feet and immeadiatly shivered. The water was ice cold. I dried off my feet in the dry sand, gathered my shoes together, then sprinted off toward the deck of the beach house, saying my farewell to my beloved ocean for now.
We were leaving first thing tomorrow, so packing was going to be done tonight. We only had enough time to create sandwhiches before resuming the packing. It was always hard, these days.
My dad, sister, and I all sat down at the small dinner table we have next to the kitchen, I felt relieved, but yet solemn. I can't wait to return to my best friends, but yet I can. There's always school, which is always annoying. Life was so... normal. Everyday was the same, and everyday was... boring.
"Last night in the beach house... eh?" my dad questioned with his usual cheery tone, and smile, trying to brighten the quiet mood.
"Yes, it seemed so short." I replied, holding my breath until my sister, Teresa would speak up.
"I'm glad to go back," I gave her a 'why in the world would you say that' expression, and took another bite of sandwich hiding my frown, "All the girls here brag about their stupid elevators in their condos." I grimaced. Of course she's the pesimistic.
"Just because we have a smaller beach house doesn't mean you can't make friends, Teresa." And then there's my loving dad, the optimistic. How I did love him though. He's the one to make me smile after my mom left, and he was still down. He was the one to make me smile when we were moving and we weren't going to see my friends anymore. He's always making me smile when he plays his violin as I would sing with him a celtic song, or a folk song, never what you'd hear on the radio. I loved my dad... therefore I love music. See how fine that all works out?
After we finished eating was when we started gathering all the plates and silverware to put into the van for tomorrow at first. The plates we kept were my mom's favorite. She left them behind for me. Teresa never understood why we kept them, they were so old, but she didn't ever meet Mom. Mom left right after Teresa was born. Not something I am interested in getting further into, but it was very scary... seeing them fight like that. My Dad has never left my side or Teresa's thankfully. If he ever does go... it would be the end of my hope. But I can't say that ever.
First came the dishes, and then to the little room of mine that outlooked the ocean. I gathered all my belongings, my pictures, and my clothes. I always hated putting pictures away. Every single one of them held memories in my heart. One, Daniel hugging me right after middle school graduation, and another Natalie and I on a roller coaster in a Band trip two years ago, making a pose to be funny, showing the "peace" sign to the camera, and us screaming our heads off. And the others would be my mother and I, taken professionally, of her kissing my cheek, and me smiling broadly. I was only six, and my brown hair was short, but I still loved that picture, even if she did forget me. I looked at each of them carefully, not wanting to cry, and then putting them into my bag.
I didn't get much sleep, like I ever do on the last night of summer. I stood up to read the book I didn't put away, and then eventually my dad would call up to tell me to turn the lights off. Of course I had makeshift light: a flashlight. He'd never find out.
So the next day, we woke up at seven in the morning, and went straight to the car. We were getting fast food as a breakfast... lovely... The care ride was only four hours to our house in the central part of the state. Through the mountains, and into the little town. All I did in the car was reading, and listening to my iPod, staring out of the window, admiring the beauty of the mountains. I was always weird like that. Other people my age of 15, wouldn't care at all about any scenic things, I guess I get that from my mom of the more artistic mind. She would create scenes of the beach and things with shells she collected and glue them onto paper, and use only colored pencil to create a scene. She took all of them with her though, and I never took a glimpse of them since them.
Once we arrived at our house, Natalie and Daniel were standing there jumping up and down. I smiled broadly, as I opened the car door fast, and ran toward them. Daniel was the first to hug me tightly, then Natalie.
"Well... how was the summer?!" Natalie questioned.
"Like any other... fun... no school, the whole thing!" I replied.
"No! It couldn't be fun because we weren't there!" Daniel replied, giving me a smile as well. He had been my best friend longer then Natalie had, so he was sentimentally closer. I've known him since I was five. He's with a very wealthy family, owning a big mansion, but we never go there. He always comes over to my house to do homework or study. The ten years I've known him, he always seemed like family, my dad enjoyed him, he was always kind to my sister, and he seemed almost perfect as a friend. There were of course some flaws in him, he's still a human being... Natalie was more of a second-hand friend to him during the summer because I was gone, but he never was a boyfriend... it's just a friend. I love him... but as a lost brother.
The next day was the first day of school. I had already bought all my supplies while we were at the beach, so it was convenient. It was like any other day of school, where everyone showed off their new clothes, reuniting with friends. The freshmen never knowing where to go... of course I was that last year, thankfully. We didn't have a very big school, so it was small enough for everyone to know each other. I got started back up with my band, in which I played my flute, and also I sang in our choir. Last year I got a solo for the Christmas concert which got the attention to my voice. Many people enjoyed the purity, and the high-pitched, but I didn't see how it was so special. I just enjoy letting the notes come from within.
Well, this week was definatly ordinary. But if just so happens that this week was the one that changed my entire life forever.
_____________________
Well, what'd you think? The plot hasn't came up yet, but it's getting there, it's only the first chapter anyway. I will post the second chapter tomorrow most likely. Tell me what you think, and if some of you will be reading. Constructive criticism is welcomed very much, and if you are wanting to see more of my work, be free to check out my homepage on my profile.
~Chorus~